He used all four paws then, I assure you."
"Ah, yes," agreed Elsie, blushing again as she recalled the scene in
the saloon. "He could have told me the Indians were aboard long before
I knew it myself. Dr. Christobal deceived me so admirably that I am
not sure yet if I have forgiven him."
"He is a first-rate chap in an emergency," said Courtenay, "though I
have a bone to pick with him, too. He promised to call me at eight
o'clock, but I expect he and Boyle, or Tollemache, conspired to let me
sleep on. I was astounded when I saw the time. What do you think of a
skipper who lies abed all the morning, Miss Baring?"
"Gray has told him nothing," she decided at once. "That is very nice
of Gray. I must thank him." But she replied instantly, in her piquant
way:
"Elsie certainly kept us in the dark about her _fiancailles_, Captain
Courtenay; but has not been silent as to your other achievements. If
you were not telling us that you have actually slept, I should have
cherished the belief that you had not closed an eyelid since the ship
struck."
Isobel meant to be on her best behavior.
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